"Who would had say " says the satyr his features now hidden under a fox mask of hte same style of the ones they have " that this pearl would be hidden in such a fishers city... "he chuckles " Let's mingle " he says and darts into the ball room. Even from behind him the friends can feel his mischevious grin.
The half-orc gives a sharp whistle. "You've got that right,"replies to the departing fey. He raises an impressed eyebrow as he takes in the scene.
"So... Food and drink, anyone?" Hurosk adjusts his eagle mask and wanders over to the beautifully prepared table of food. As he does so he tries to keep an ear open to determine what sort of business these "nobles" may be involved in to have such regular soirees in this little town.
Kyne waves an absentminded farewell to his sister, dons the feathered mask, and slips on his red velvet coat, before turning to offer a hand to Moltaris.
"Do you dance, Molly?" He begins with his usual swagger, but she barely registers him and he pauses, sensing something off.
"Moltaris, are you alright?" The elf asks, genuine concern visible in his eyes through the holes in the costume.
Dressed in a beautiful, pure white tunic with a high collar, and black trousers and boots, hands adorned with a few golden rings along with a torc, tipped with sapphires at his throat Lyreis prowls the edge of the dancefloor admiring the movements of the couples as they circle the room, sipping occasionally from a chilled glass of wine. Brushing a stray lock of his dark hair back from his eyes the elf looks about for a young woman currently not dancing who looks as though she might be waiting for an invitation to dance. The Tiger mask grants him anonymity but his grace singles him out as both an elf and someone perfectly in control of his body, a fighter or dance - either could be possible.
Kyne waves an absentminded farewell to his sister, dons the feathered mask, and slips on his red velvet coat, before turning to offer a hand to Moltaris.
"Do you dance, Molly?" He begins with his usual swagger, but she barely registers him and he pauses, sensing something off.
"Moltaris, are you alright?" The elf asks, genuine concern visible in his eyes through the holes in the costume.
The faint glimmer of focused attention is still visible from the eyeholes of Moltaris' jackal mask.
"D-Dul Zer-rath..." she begins, stammering a bit. She stops takes a deep breath, and continues. "Dul Zerath is not just in Sarlona - it is in Riedra - the nation that rules most of Sarlona. Well, ALL of Sarlona except for the mountains of Adar where my people have not been rooted out. Kalashtar are executed on sight in Riedra, and your kind are not welcome either - they don't kill you offhand but you're not welcome."
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Mathilda claps her hands when her hair magically arranges itself and thanks the satyr profusely.
When they arrive, Mathilda stares at the ballroom in amazement. Never before has she seen such luxury, such wealth in one place. She searches the crowd for Lord Thrinerand and follows Hurosk to the table of food. All the rich nobles make her feel small and out of place. Despite her beautiful hair and dress, she feels that she must stick out like a sore thumb. Surely everyone will notice, somehow, that she does not belong here. She takes extra care to move as gracefully and ladylike as possible. "Have you been to many balls before, Hurosk?" The young girl keeps fidgeting with her hands, all nerves, and picks up a small piece of fruit.
Kyne pauses, concerned for his friend. He's not seen her this rattled before.
"I know the name only from books," he begins, carefully. "I've seen maps, but I don't know the people. I thought Sarlona was a homeland of sorts to the Kalashtar?"
Hurosk grabs a piece of meat and a bit of bread and begins chomping on it. "Can't say that I have," he replies with a smile to Mathilda. He glances down and notices that the rogue is a ball of nerves. "Don't let these fancy types scare you. Money is their real mask,"he tugs on one of the eagle feathers on his own. "All they like to do is spend money on stuff they don't need to impress people they don't like. Hells, they probably stole the money somehow anyways." He grabs two mugs of ale from a passing tray and hands one to the rogue. He raises his mug in salute, "Cheers!" He downs the contents in a couple of gulps.
"Care to give it a go? Any missteps you can blame on me... Besides, it will probably be my fault anyways." He holds out a hand waiting for her to accept.
Mathilda smiles, albeit a little weakly. "Thank you, you are right, they are just people, aren't they?" She takes a drink from her ale, hoping for some dutch courage. "Please! I'm sorry if I step on your feet, but I have always wanted to dance at a ball!" She accepts his hand with a small curtsy, just like she has observed the other ladies do.
While talking with Mathilda he overhears some of the conversation of the group of nobles around him. The ranger hears some pieces of conversations
"As your hear me dear. She is wearing the exact same dress that she wore at Kalien's wedding"
"Oh my..."
To his right a trio of gentelmen seems to be discussing about the price of the trouts and that they should talk to the Fisher Guild's Master.
He sees, almost at the othr side of the room, Kyne's friend from two nights ago, with her two shadows, not the young men that they followed, but the two that remained in the room near hers while she spent the night with Kyne, for what Lyreis told them.
A couple are talking at the other side of the table
"... for almost three days now. Some say that he has gone missing looking for their child, others that he discovered that, as many said, the child wasn't his and drowned the boy at the lake and flee... "
Lyreis sees some candidates for him to invite for a dance.
Most have simple mask, but two catches his attention. One is Kyne's old friend, wearing a serpent mask tonight, a cobra one with the collar open, the red bucles of her hair hidden beneath it and wearing an impressive black dress.
The other one is near the windows, looking outside. She is wearing a blue dress, wich is almost white on the shoulders and gradually gets darker and darker to end in beign almost black at the bottom of it. She is wearing a interesting mask, blue too and resembling a humanoid sea creature.
Mathilda looks around one more time but he is not there yet. She looks at Hurok's extended hand... and decide to take it and just have fun dancing.
Hurosk returns with a deep bow of his own, doing his best not to take himself seriously. The half-orc gives one last tug at his collar before taking the other hand of his dance partner. He begins to bob is head to the to the melody. "One.. two... three... Here we go!"
After a handful of measures, the ranger has found his rhythm and allows his instinct to kick in. Feeling comfortable he allows himself to stop counting the beat aloud and looks down at Mathilda. "Hey! I think we're doing pretty good here. Seems a few think we're doing okay."
Kyne pauses, concerned for his friend. He's not seen her this rattled before.
"I know the name only from books," he begins, carefully. "I've seen maps, but I don't know the people. I thought Sarlona was a homeland of sorts to the Kalashtar?"
"The history is too much to explain, but suffice it to say that once Sarlona held a collection of many diverse peoples and nations. But the Inspired - the rulers of Riedra - have conquered all of them except my people's enclave of Adar. They hunger to unify all life under their Inspiration, and they believe we kalashtar are possessed by evil spirits who must be slain in order to complete their ascension." She takes a deep breath and pushes him into the hall.
"Go - enjoy yourself - we will talk more of this on our way." She slips away from the ball and finds a quiet corner of the Golden Sphynx to rest and think.
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Kyne hesitates at first as Moltaris leaves. He turns and reaches out, intending to stop her, unspoken words on his lips. However, all he sees is her back, quickly hurrying away into the passages of the Sphynx. The moment passes, and he thinks better of it.
With a flourish of his coat, the elf turns once more and enters the ballroom. He sees Mathilda dancing with Hurosk, the unlikely pair matching every step with graceful ease, and almost laughs out loud.
Across the ballroom, Kyne spots his acquaintance from two nights prior. She's dressed to the nines, all in black, topped with that same fiery red hair. Two key weaknesses of his. He sidles between the other guests, carefully navigating the ballroom until he reaches her side.
"Lady Khalistraax..." he drawls, by way of greeting.
The woman looks at Kyne, not reconizing him at first sight thanks to the mask. But as soon as she looks in his eyes the seductive grin appears in her lips.
"Not tonight... " she says " Today I am Supai..." she says. She leaves the name into the air, as challenging Kyne to recognize it.
"I would have thought there was more to see inside." Lyreis says as he stops near to the lady in blue "I hope you have seen what you were looking for, I was going to ask you to take a dance with me, and I would hate to interrupt you."
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Mathilda finds it surprisingly easy to follow the dance, lead by Hurosk. "Maybe there's a bit of a lady in me after all!" She laughs, allowing herself to just enjoy the moment. "You said you were a kind of monster hunter, right? Do you think monsters can... redeem themselves? I - oh wow, is that Kyne trying to chat up that same redhead again over there?"
Just in the middle of the dance, when they are changing partners Mathilda feels how her stomach jumps and her heart skips a beat. She hasn't seen him entering the room but all of a sudden he is there. Almost hidden in the shadows, near the corner where the bards are playing, he is there looking at her with a grin in his lips.
She spins and turns, trying to look into his direction again without losing the pace, but he is not there anymore.
Another turn and now she is dancing with Kyne and she sees him again, this time is closer, near the group of people that are looking the dance. He wears a Hawk mask, made of white wood and silver. His silver suit fits him perfectly.
As he dances with the lady in blue Lyreis realises he has spent too long gazing into her eyes and not enough in making conversation. "I apologise, I am not always the best with words anyway, but I was caught in your eyes. I fear I have neglected many pleasantries and I pray you wil forgive me." His own green eyes are alight behind his tiger mask as he leads her through the dance.
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The half-orc gives a sharp whistle. "You've got that right," replies to the departing fey. He raises an impressed eyebrow as he takes in the scene.
"So... Food and drink, anyone?" Hurosk adjusts his eagle mask and wanders over to the beautifully prepared table of food. As he does so he tries to keep an ear open to determine what sort of business these "nobles" may be involved in to have such regular soirees in this little town.
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Kyne waves an absentminded farewell to his sister, dons the feathered mask, and slips on his red velvet coat, before turning to offer a hand to Moltaris.
"Do you dance, Molly?" He begins with his usual swagger, but she barely registers him and he pauses, sensing something off.
"Moltaris, are you alright?" The elf asks, genuine concern visible in his eyes through the holes in the costume.
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Dressed in a beautiful, pure white tunic with a high collar, and black trousers and boots, hands adorned with a few golden rings along with a torc, tipped with sapphires at his throat Lyreis prowls the edge of the dancefloor admiring the movements of the couples as they circle the room, sipping occasionally from a chilled glass of wine. Brushing a stray lock of his dark hair back from his eyes the elf looks about for a young woman currently not dancing who looks as though she might be waiting for an invitation to dance. The Tiger mask grants him anonymity but his grace singles him out as both an elf and someone perfectly in control of his body, a fighter or dance - either could be possible.
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The faint glimmer of focused attention is still visible from the eyeholes of Moltaris' jackal mask.
"D-Dul Zer-rath..." she begins, stammering a bit. She stops takes a deep breath, and continues. "Dul Zerath is not just in Sarlona - it is in Riedra - the nation that rules most of Sarlona. Well, ALL of Sarlona except for the mountains of Adar where my people have not been rooted out. Kalashtar are executed on sight in Riedra, and your kind are not welcome either - they don't kill you offhand but you're not welcome."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Mathilda claps her hands when her hair magically arranges itself and thanks the satyr profusely.
When they arrive, Mathilda stares at the ballroom in amazement. Never before has she seen such luxury, such wealth in one place. She searches the crowd for Lord Thrinerand and follows Hurosk to the table of food. All the rich nobles make her feel small and out of place. Despite her beautiful hair and dress, she feels that she must stick out like a sore thumb. Surely everyone will notice, somehow, that she does not belong here. She takes extra care to move as gracefully and ladylike as possible. "Have you been to many balls before, Hurosk?" The young girl keeps fidgeting with her hands, all nerves, and picks up a small piece of fruit.
Kyne pauses, concerned for his friend. He's not seen her this rattled before.
"I know the name only from books," he begins, carefully. "I've seen maps, but I don't know the people. I thought Sarlona was a homeland of sorts to the Kalashtar?"
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Hurosk grabs a piece of meat and a bit of bread and begins chomping on it. "Can't say that I have," he replies with a smile to Mathilda. He glances down and notices that the rogue is a ball of nerves. "Don't let these fancy types scare you. Money is their real mask," he tugs on one of the eagle feathers on his own. "All they like to do is spend money on stuff they don't need to impress people they don't like. Hells, they probably stole the money somehow anyways." He grabs two mugs of ale from a passing tray and hands one to the rogue. He raises his mug in salute, "Cheers!" He downs the contents in a couple of gulps.
"Care to give it a go? Any missteps you can blame on me... Besides, it will probably be my fault anyways." He holds out a hand waiting for her to accept.
Mathilda smiles, albeit a little weakly. "Thank you, you are right, they are just people, aren't they?" She takes a drink from her ale, hoping for some dutch courage. "Please! I'm sorry if I step on your feet, but I have always wanted to dance at a ball!" She accepts his hand with a small curtsy, just like she has observed the other ladies do.
While talking with Mathilda he overhears some of the conversation of the group of nobles around him. The ranger hears some pieces of conversations
"As your hear me dear. She is wearing the exact same dress that she wore at Kalien's wedding"
"Oh my..."
To his right a trio of gentelmen seems to be discussing about the price of the trouts and that they should talk to the Fisher Guild's Master.
He sees, almost at the othr side of the room, Kyne's friend from two nights ago, with her two shadows, not the young men that they followed, but the two that remained in the room near hers while she spent the night with Kyne, for what Lyreis told them.
A couple are talking at the other side of the table
"... for almost three days now. Some say that he has gone missing looking for their child, others that he discovered that, as many said, the child wasn't his and drowned the boy at the lake and flee... "
Lyreis sees some candidates for him to invite for a dance.
Most have simple mask, but two catches his attention. One is Kyne's old friend, wearing a serpent mask tonight, a cobra one with the collar open, the red bucles of her hair hidden beneath it and wearing an impressive black dress.
The other one is near the windows, looking outside. She is wearing a blue dress, wich is almost white on the shoulders and gradually gets darker and darker to end in beign almost black at the bottom of it. She is wearing a interesting mask, blue too and resembling a humanoid sea creature.
Mathilda looks around one more time but he is not there yet. She looks at Hurok's extended hand... and decide to take it and just have fun dancing.
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Hurosk returns with a deep bow of his own, doing his best not to take himself seriously. The half-orc gives one last tug at his collar before taking the other hand of his dance partner. He begins to bob is head to the to the melody. "One.. two... three... Here we go!"
After a handful of measures, the ranger has found his rhythm and allows his instinct to kick in. Feeling comfortable he allows himself to stop counting the beat aloud and looks down at Mathilda. "Hey! I think we're doing pretty good here. Seems a few think we're doing okay."
"The history is too much to explain, but suffice it to say that once Sarlona held a collection of many diverse peoples and nations. But the Inspired - the rulers of Riedra - have conquered all of them except my people's enclave of Adar. They hunger to unify all life under their Inspiration, and they believe we kalashtar are possessed by evil spirits who must be slain in order to complete their ascension." She takes a deep breath and pushes him into the hall.
"Go - enjoy yourself - we will talk more of this on our way." She slips away from the ball and finds a quiet corner of the Golden Sphynx to rest and think.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Kyne hesitates at first as Moltaris leaves. He turns and reaches out, intending to stop her, unspoken words on his lips. However, all he sees is her back, quickly hurrying away into the passages of the Sphynx. The moment passes, and he thinks better of it.
With a flourish of his coat, the elf turns once more and enters the ballroom. He sees Mathilda dancing with Hurosk, the unlikely pair matching every step with graceful ease, and almost laughs out loud.
Across the ballroom, Kyne spots his acquaintance from two nights prior. She's dressed to the nines, all in black, topped with that same fiery red hair. Two key weaknesses of his. He sidles between the other guests, carefully navigating the ballroom until he reaches her side.
"Lady Khalistraax..." he drawls, by way of greeting.
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The woman looks at Kyne, not reconizing him at first sight thanks to the mask. But as soon as she looks in his eyes the seductive grin appears in her lips.
"Not tonight... " she says " Today I am Supai..." she says. She leaves the name into the air, as challenging Kyne to recognize it.
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Kyne pauses. The name sounds... exotic, perhaps even Xen'drikian, but he can't quite place it.
"Ah, a beauty from the distant south..." he ventures.
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She grins, knowing that she has won this one
"A beauty... you have a bizarre sense of beauty.. should I'll be worried?" she asks smiling.
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"I would have thought there was more to see inside." Lyreis says as he stops near to the lady in blue "I hope you have seen what you were looking for, I was going to ask you to take a dance with me, and I would hate to interrupt you."
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Kyne laughs out loud and sips his wine.
"Is a snake not beautiful even as it coils to strike? Please, tell me tales of Supai."
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Mathilda finds it surprisingly easy to follow the dance, lead by Hurosk. "Maybe there's a bit of a lady in me after all!" She laughs, allowing herself to just enjoy the moment. "You said you were a kind of monster hunter, right? Do you think monsters can... redeem themselves? I - oh wow, is that Kyne trying to chat up that same redhead again over there?"
"Only if you dance with me..." replies Supai to Kyne.
The woman in the blue dress looks towards Lyreis and he can see her incredibly beautiful blue eyes.
She smiles and says
"What's the point on being in a ball? " she offers him her hand to guide her to the floor dance.
Both warriors join Mathilda and Hurosk in the dance with their couples and they all start to dance the next song the bards are playing.
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Just in the middle of the dance, when they are changing partners Mathilda feels how her stomach jumps and her heart skips a beat. She hasn't seen him entering the room but all of a sudden he is there. Almost hidden in the shadows, near the corner where the bards are playing, he is there looking at her with a grin in his lips.
She spins and turns, trying to look into his direction again without losing the pace, but he is not there anymore.
Another turn and now she is dancing with Kyne and she sees him again, this time is closer, near the group of people that are looking the dance. He wears a Hawk mask, made of white wood and silver. His silver suit fits him perfectly.
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As he dances with the lady in blue Lyreis realises he has spent too long gazing into her eyes and not enough in making conversation. "I apologise, I am not always the best with words anyway, but I was caught in your eyes. I fear I have neglected many pleasantries and I pray you wil forgive me." His own green eyes are alight behind his tiger mask as he leads her through the dance.
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